"These are my spoils of war, plain and simple. I didn't know they were your subordinates. They were Tribulation Cultivators, so by the rules, everything they owned became mine when I killed them."
Seeing that Heiye had no intention of returning the loot, thick black flames erupted around Shangguan Ke. She looked ready to take it by force. Fang Qingyuan was stunned. 'Things were fine a moment ago. How did we end up on the verge of a fight in the blink of an eye?'
Feeling the astonishing pressure radiating from Shangguan Ke, Fang Qingyuan knew she would attack if they refused. She had already lost her subordinates; to lose their assets on top of that was a humiliation Shangguan Ke could not afford.
Heiye, meanwhile, was clearly overcome by greed. The combined wealth of four Foundation Establishment Cultivators amounted to two or three hundred Top-grade Spirit Stones—far more than the eighty Fang Qingyuan had promised.
